Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Oh, based on the things Sunjata had told her, she could probably render an explanation too – but the youth hadn’t been there, and craved a lack of involvement on all fronts. So she nodded, snapping her jaw shut, keeping her features neutral and poised in its diligence.
Poising her own finished pieces, ensuring they were polished and up to par, her gaze flickered back to Darkeye’s efforts. Eternally honest anyway, he certainly didn’t need to ask when her thoughts flowed like impulsive, audacious sentiments, her head tilted, studying the particulars, the outlines, the reaches and clarities of gold. Of regalness. Then her grin broadened, the examination and scrutiny complete. “I think they’d love it. It honors them both.” And the more lanterns Bastien had, perhaps the more he’d be content, yearning and cherishing the spotlight.
Poising her own finished pieces, ensuring they were polished and up to par, her gaze flickered back to Darkeye’s efforts. Eternally honest anyway, he certainly didn’t need to ask when her thoughts flowed like impulsive, audacious sentiments, her head tilted, studying the particulars, the outlines, the reaches and clarities of gold. Of regalness. Then her grin broadened, the examination and scrutiny complete. “I think they’d love it. It honors them both.” And the more lanterns Bastien had, perhaps the more he’d be content, yearning and cherishing the spotlight.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
